The bright sun struck three

The black sun struck twelve

From there

It was only screams

From there

It was only hell

~

They fled in droves

They begged for mercy

They all were massacred

Bargained for time

Betrayed their own

A mad and twisted herd

~

Spoke not in words but tongues

And nobody knew the tune

Danced in circles

Danced on ash

Wasps of copper

Around the room